Dr. Davis tried all he could to resist the temptation to go over to
Club Ritz
on Monday night and see Camilla; but the flame she'd lit in his heart was growing there again. Indeed, she psychically relit that fire, for she was sitting at a table in the middle of the main area of the strip joint, all bored from the scarcity of customers that night.
"I'll just watch her when she's onstage," he said to himself in his car on the way there. "No sex."
I'll lure him right into a private room as soon as he gets here, she thought as she psychically sensed him coming closer and closer to
Club Ritz
.
Ten minutes later, he walked through the front doors.
Psychically feeling him approach, she took off her white bra and panties, then--naked except for her high heels--she got up and walked over to him.
"Do you
ever
wear clothes?" he asked.
"Not if I don't have to, my doctor and my hero," she answered. "So good to see you again...and so good to
be
seen
by
you again." She giggled lewdly and turned around for him. "Remember this body?"
"How are you, Camilla?" he asked, trying not to leer. "Will you go onstage soon?"
"No, not for a while; I did my floor show about thirty minutes ago. There will be at least three or four strippers onstage before it's my turn again; one of them, Candice, is doing her floor show now. Take a look. Remember her?"
"Oh, yeah, the tiger-haired one from the Friday night party."
"Let's go into a private room and have some fun."
"No. Wait, Camilla--I just wanna..."
Before he could finish his sentence, she'd fanned that psychic fire in his heart, and pulled it with her as she walked over to the private rooms. He was pulled along with her like a magnet.
They went into a private room, he sat on a couch, and she sat on the bulge poking up in the middle of his lap. She put her right arm around his neck and looked in his eyes.
Now, Doctor," she purred. "How would you like to enjoy me?"
"Please, Camilla," he said. "I don't wanna carry things too far. I'm married, remember."
"Then we'll do it
here
," she said. "The Mrs. will never know."
"But
I'll
know. I'm also a father of..."
"Fathers are wonderful," she said with an ear-to-ear grin, remembering how much she loved Agape. "You saved my life, Doctor. I owe you my life...and my body. So I'm giving it to you tonight. I'll do anything you want me to. I'm your sex slave...for life. Gladly."
"Don't be silly, Camilla. You're not my slave, and you don't owe me anything." A new song began.
"Time to start pleasing you, my lord and master." She turned to face him, pressed her knee against his erection, and squeezed her breasts against his face. Then she slowly moved down, pushing her breasts against his chest, belly, and groin. When she got down there, she gently bit where the tip of his erection seemed to want to poke a hole out of his pants.
She unzipped his pants, giggling with lascivious excitement at the prospect of seeing the towering treasure inside.
"Wait, Camilla," he said nervously. "Let's not get crazy."
"You have three holes to choose from, Doctor." She got up and turned around so he could see her ass. "Let me remind you of what they all look like." Giggling, she spread her legs wide and bent over. Looking back at him upside-down from between her legs, she licked her lips. He now saw, from top to bottom and all aligned perfectly, her asshole, pussy, and mouth. "Which one would you like to put your cock inside, Doctor?" She put her hand in his pants and pulled his hard cock out.
"Wait. No..."
"The more you resist, the sexier you are to me. Choose, Doctor; or else, I will." She licked his dick-hole.
"You'd better choose," he said acquiescently.
"OK," she said, coming down to sit on his cock. "Pussies first." She aimed her vaginal orifice over his phallus and slowly fed it in. "Oh! Oh!
Oh!
" she sighed in ascending pitches as it went in deeper. As she went up and down on his cock, her back to him, she pulled his pants down to his knees, in anticipation of her first orgasm, which was already well on its way. As he fucked her, he awkwardly kicked off his shoes and pulled his pants and underwear off.
Moaning and grunting, he put his hands on her breasts and gently squeezed them. His cock was a perfect fit, the tip gently kissing her A-spot while the thick sides gave her tight, wet vaginal walls tingling sensations. Screaming staccato squeals that bordered on the whistle register, she put her hands in her hair and pulled it up, letting it fall, tress by fragrant tress, down against his face.
Then she came: her screams in the whistle register pierced his ears as her come soaked his lap.
"Holy...shit!" he panted.
"In my...ass now," she said, getting up and pulling his cock out her dripping wet pussy. She got on the floor on all fours and got her anal lube out of her purse. She gave him the tube when he'd kneeled behind her. "Lube me up, Doctor: you know you want to."
"I can't believe...I'm doing this," he said as he lubed her rectum. "I'm cheating...on my wife."
"I won't tell...if you don't.
Oh!
" She loved the feeling of his finger deep in her ass.
He lubed his cock, then pushed it against her wide-open anus. He slowly slid it in about two inches. "Am I...hurting you?"
"No," she moaned. "It feels great. Deeper.
Ah!
" She looked back at him and smiled lewdly as he slid in further, now three-quarters of the way. "Oh, yeah!"
All the way in now, he slid it in and out half way, and kept thrusting and grunting. His hands were on her hips; her right hand fingered her clitoris. This was his first time to do anal: he'd always wondered what it was like, and though he felt guilty about betraying his family, he was glad to know this experience finally. Her pretty asshole was so tight! Her anal lips were better than the best of cock-suckers!
"I'm...gonna come," he moaned.
"OK...Take it out."
He pulled his cock out of her ass, and she turned around. He stood up while she, on her knees, had his cock pointed at her face. She jerked him off for several seconds, and he shot a jet of come just to the left of her nose. She screamed and giggled. Then he sprayed a burst of jizz in her right eye; she let out a high-pitched scream of surprise. Then he came on her lips and her left cheek. Seeing the residue pouring out of his dick-hole, she wiped it on the still-dry parts of her face; then she, all gooey-faced, looked up at him and giggled. She got some Kleenex from her purse and wiped her come off his crotch as best she could.
Still on her knees, and looking up at him again with his come dripping off her nose and chin, she asked, "Did I please you, Doctor?"
"Yes," he panted. "But I'm...a bad husband, and I mustn't let my wife know." He looked down at her imperfect cleaning; some of her come had gone down his legs below his knees, about to touch his socks. "I should clean myself off better than that. It's a good thing there are shower stalls in these private rooms. Maybe I should use ours." He pulled his socks off and went over to the shower stall.
"Let me help you," she said as she walked with him over there, his come still dripping off her face. She took off her high heels.
"You can clean up, too," he said as he took his shirt off.
"I'll leave it on my face if you like." She had the shower head in her hand, ready to clean him off.
"Actually, I'd feel better if you washed your face. Knowing that's my come dripping off your chin just makes me feel guiltier."
"Anything you say, Doctor." She sprayed the water on his groin and legs, thoroughly cleaning her come off him. Then she washed her face clean, and got some towels from a wall just outside the shower area. She dried them both off and helped him get dressed. "There you are," she said when he was fully-dressed again.
"Thank you," he said, reaching for his wallet in his pocket. "Now, how much do I owe you?"
"Nothing, of course," she insisted. "You saved my life. Feel free to fuck me anytime you want."
"Are you sure? I don't mind paying at all."
"But I
do
mind. I told you: I owe my life to you. I just paid you--some--and I don't mind paying at all, either." She giggled lewdly again.
"When will you go onstage again?" he asked.
"Oh, pretty soon. Let's go out and talk to Candice. She'll be done her floorshow by now."
They left the private room and returned to the main area of the strip joint. They sat at a table, and Candice soon joined them. She was wearing a red dress, while Camilla remained nude.
"Hi," Candice said to Dr. Davis as she sat down. "You're that doctor from Friday night. At the party." She shook his hand.
"Right," he said. "You're Candice, right?"
"Yep," she said. "You may not remember me, 'cause I'm dressed."
"You're the girl who likes to
be
dressed." Naked Camilla giggled when he looked at her.
"How are your dreams, Candice?" Camilla asked.
"They're starting to be like yours," Candice said. "Last night, I dreamt of Jasmine licking my pussy again; she licked me till I came. Then I dreamt my ex-boyfriend and I were fucking. You know my ex from Vancouver died a few weeks ago, right? Anyway, when I woke up from my dream this morning, come was leaking out of my pussy, which was also sore, the way my ex always used to make me feel after sex."
Camilla shuddered at this news, then said, "Last night I dreamt of giving Mr. Hanson a golden shower, and when I woke up, I saw I'd wet the bed. First time ever in my whole life."
Now Candice shuddered. "Ghosts are fucking us, Camil. I told you so before."